Tonight's family tea party made Sang You see the hope of skipping a grade, and in today's check-in, she also wrote about it. Because of this, she was in a happy mood, and after completing all the learning tasks, she turned on the computer and created a new document.

At present, she rarely writes anything other than writing essays, and she used to always have feelings or inspirations, and at the beginning she wrote the most essays and novels, and then most of the scripts, and she also tried to change the novels she wrote into scripts, in general, her text output is very large.

In addition to those styles, she also wrote a diary, which was a diary called the law of Sang-style crush, and there was only one protagonist in the diary, Zhou Yan.

In high school, I did a lot of Chinese reading comprehension questions, among which I appreciated Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman", and the second major question was generally stylistic analysis, and Sang You remembered that question was to analyze the characteristics and usefulness of diary-style novels.

The diary body is authentic and private, and it focuses on the narrative of one's emotional trajectory, which is convenient for expression and catharsis. More often, Sang You feels that when the diary is written, he is no longer afraid of others seeing it, because the real unspeakable secret cannot be written.

Just like her feelings, she has never been afraid of being known, and even Zhou Yan herself, she just finds it difficult to face the result in person, perhaps because she is afraid of breaking the self-solidified balance, for her, it is a sentence and Ling Chi.

The moment his fingers touched the keyboard, Sang You was in a trance, and looked at the computer for a long time before double-clicking to rename it, as before, the name of the document was 'Mulberry-style Crush Law'.

She typed slowly.

The first rule of the mulberry-style crush cannot disturb Zhou Yan's study.

Second, don't trouble Zhou Yan.

Article 3: Moderation is enough.

Article 4 ......

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At the beginning of November, the review of the third year of high school has been in full swing, the quality inspection is coming, the atmosphere has become tense, and the presence of the third year of high school has become very low during this time, even if other years are restless because of the sports meeting.

The sports committee of Class 7 walked around the class very early with the registration form, trying to persuade everyone to actively sign up, but with little effect.

So when it was time to hand in the form, Class 7 couldn't hand it in for a long time, so the head teacher made a fire in the class: "No one is on it, right?" Then we will draw the number, whoever is shaken, who will be on it, is it fair enough? The sports committee came up with the form, and I saw what other projects were missing. ”

The class was as silent as death.

The head teacher turned on the multifunctional media, searched for the random draw, and then looked at the table: "The first event, the men's 100-meter hurdles." ”

As soon as he finished reading, he moved his mouse and clicked on the number, and soon jumped out of number 16.

A girl stood up trembling and asked, "I—Can I get on?" ”

“……”

The head teacher perfected the rules in a timely manner: "Skip directly if you are different in gender." ”

He smoked again, number 8, number 8 was a boy, and the boy cried on the spot.

"Next, 1,500 meters for men."

"it—" The class exclaimed, and one of the boys shouted, "Who can go up?" Come on a sports student, don't smoke, you're going to die! ”

A black skin immediately raised his hand: "I'll come, I'll come!" ”

The head teacher finally showed a smile: "You can also take the initiative to report, I suggest that you first report those projects that feel that the difficulty is okay, don't wait for the lottery, that is really impossible to escape." ”

All of a sudden, the students in the class stepped forward enthusiastically, thinking that they still have to choose, and what kind of 1,000-meter, 1,500-meter, and 3,000-meter long-distance runs will be left, which is really playing ball.

But no matter how picky you are, no one dares to move those long-distance running events.

In the end, the girls still have two long-distance running events, one is 800 and the other is 1,005.

Yang Qinning was so panicked that he was going to die, put his hands together, and said all the immortals who could say it: "Bless and bless, don't draw me, don't draw me, I am willing to eat vegetarian for a month, and do good deeds every day, whoever is in trouble will be thrown into the trash can when he sees garbage on the side of the road, please, please." ”

She muttered on the side, and she caught a glimpse of Sang You still calmly drawing a mind map, sighed helplessly, and brought her to her table by the way: "Bless and bless my table again, her coolie counts on me, don't make trouble to disturb other people's learning, disturb other learners, heaven and earth will be destroyed!" ”

The head teacher had already started to draw numbers, and Sang You took the time to look up, and saw that the picture was fixed on the 24th, and at the same time, the table sitting next to him made a sharp popping sound.

“？”

Yang Qinning had nothing to love, and muttered to himself: "I want to punish God, punish him!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the head teacher say: "Next, the women's 1,500-meter contestants will be drawn." ”

Three seconds later, the screen freezes on number 36.

“……”

Sang You almost let out a sharp popping sound.

Yang Qinning looked up with difficulty, was stunned, turned his head and looked at Sang You, and after a while, his voice was weak: "No. 36 is you?" ”

"Which immortal did you worship just now?"

"Three hundred and sixty roads, all of them have been worshiped without dead ends." Yang Qinning said.

And then get this bird result.

Yang Qinning reflected for a moment: "It is estimated that I said that I punished the gods, and I said it early." ”

Anyway, it's too late to say anything now, Sang You rarely takes the initiative to dig up his dead memories, did he run 1,500 meters in his last life? It doesn't seem to be. Does the homeroom teacher have a lottery? It seems that there is. Did Yang Qinning worship God? I don't remember.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out what the problem was.

The physical fitness of the two remnant flowers has to fight, and it takes a few minutes to run two laps, Yang Qinning is weaker than Sang You, and when running, his steps are vain, swaying, and pale, and he feels that he will run two more steps and will fall off.

In order to avoid dying in the playground, the two decided to practice in advance, not seeking any good rankings, not even seeking to run the whole race, just trying not to faint.

After school in the afternoon, the two went to the playground, stood on the starting line with their faces resolute, looked at each other, and rushed forward together, after most of the lap, Yang Qinning wanted to die: "Sang You, I feel that my lungs are burning." ”

"Normal, normal." Sang You comforted her.

After a lap, Yang Qinning said intermittently: "I, my lungs exploded." ”

Sang You: "I didn't blow it up, I didn't blow it up." She spoke with difficulty, feeling like a bellows, snorting and panting, and would 'rattle' for a few more runs.

One and a half laps.

Yang Qinning: "I can't breathe, I'm going to die." ”

"Altitude sickness, just slow down."

After a while, Yang Qinning: "I, how do I feel yes, it's a return to the light." ”

It's really tired, there seem to be thousands of hands dragging her feet down the ground, but Sang You was still amused by her, this smile, laughing, a breath of cold wind poured in, and she immediately coughed and couldn't stop.

Sang You couldn't run anymore, and sat on his knees with his chest clutched, coughing while exhaling heavily, his voice hoarse.

Yang Qinning was behind her, as if she was out of strength, and as if she was frightened, the whole person fell to Sang You, bumped together, and in the dim light, the two looked at each other embarrassedly.

At that moment, Sang You had a feeling that something was wrong.

, I want to laugh.

couldn't hold back his laughter, and was poured a few more breaths of cold air, Sang You felt that her lungs were about to cough out, and the only good thing was that it proved that her lungs were still there. The vague laughter was mixed with the sound of violent coughing, the scene was a little scary, Yang Qinning crawled over and patted Sang You's back, so frightened that she was about to cry: "You, are you okay?" Do you have asthma? Do you have any medicine with you? ”

“……”

During the period from the end of class in the afternoon to the beginning of self-study in the evening, there are the most people on the playground, there are sports students training, there are boys playing football, there are young couples walking, there are good friends to eat after meals, and the basketball court not far away is also full of people, and the sound of basketball is slapping and banging.

As soon as the two fell on the runway, there was a circle of people around them, all asking what was going on.

This face is really embarrassing.

Sang You stood up slowly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm choked, it's okay, there's no asthma." ”

She pulled Yang Qinning and moved to the lawn next to the track, making way for the runners behind, and sat down for a while before she got out of breath.

Yang Qinning: "Is it really okay?" Drink water or not? Let's go buy a bottle of water. ”

The two helped each other back to the classroom, and on the way, Sang You suddenly asked, "How many meters is the school playground?" ”

"Three hundred meters like."

“……”

This means that the two of them ran 600 meters, and they became like this, so they ran 800, ran 1,500, and got it? Sang You's legs trembled suddenly, she had been a crispy college student for four years, and she was decadent for a year after graduation, her physical condition was okay, there was no major problem, but there were a bunch of small problems.

The sudden 1,500 meters might as well let her die.

There is no love in life.

Both of them exuded an aura of decay, named, death. Some people appear to be alive, but they are actually dead.

When climbing the stairs, Sang You was tired of lifting her feet, and when she saw that there was no one at the staircase, she hunched her back, her hands naturally drooped, and she walked slowly like a zombie.

Yang Qinning: "...... What are you doing here? ”

Sang You's strength was weak: "Walking like this is the butt exerting force, and walking will be easier." ”

Yang Qinning: "Really? ”

Sang You: "Try? ”

So there was another zombie, Yang Qinning followed her example, hehe Zhile: "Hey? It's a little lighter, but it's just a little, a little obscene? ”

“…… I'm tired to death, what's wrong with being obscene? ”

Sang You rushed to the second floor with all his head, and as soon as he stood firm against the wall, he heard a shocking laughter-

"Aha-"

Sang You was frightened, and when she raised her eyes to look over, she saw Jian Licheng holding a badminton racket in his hand, standing on the steps at the corner of the second floor, leaning on the railing, trembling with laughter.

Not surprisingly, Zhou Yan was standing behind him, also carrying a badminton racket in his hand.

Let her die!

Sang You didn't dare to look at Zhou Yan's expression at all, she only felt that she was about to be suffocated, she was not so suffocated when she ran just now, and it took a long time before she found her voice: "You, you all saw it?" ”

Jian Licheng: "Hahahahaquack, you said your stairs climbing posture?" I've seen it all ahahaha, what kind of posture is this, is there any principle? It's so funny hahaha......"

Yang Qinning, who was following behind, had already been laughed at and ran away, only Sang You, who was still standing in place like the soles of his feet, his mind full of one thought.

Destroy it.

this world.